Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ I hate Mondays ❯ The normal school-madness: ( Chapter 3 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Ashray 
We learn a bit about how Marik won Malik‘s heart and why you should hope that you never got any gifts from him.
And there is blood. Much blood, I think. But it is from strangers, so don’t worry. Everyone has his own sense of romantic, and Mariks…. Well, he is crazy, so what do you expect from him? Simply flowers and candies?
And Bakura learns that Ryou don’t had endless patients.
This Chapter is a little less romantic and more on the funny side, but I hope you like it nonetheless.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.16.2008 | Updated On: 04.16.2008 | Pages: 5 | Words: 11.4K | Visits: 244 | Status: Completed
We learn a bit about how Marik won Malik‘s heart and why you should hope that you never got any gifts from him.
And there is blood. Much blood, I think. But it is from strangers, so don’t worry. Everyone has his own sense of romantic, and Mariks…. Well, he is crazy, so what do you expect from him? Simply flowers and candies?
And Bakura learns that Ryou don’t had endless patients.
This Chapter is a little less romantic and more on the funny side, but I hope you like it nonetheless.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.16.2008 | Updated On: 04.16.2008 | Pages: 5 | Words: 11.4K | Visits: 244 | Status: Completed
We learn a bit about how Marik won Malik‘s heart and why you should hope that you never got any gifts from him.
And there is blood. Much blood, I think. But it is from strangers, so don’t worry. Everyone has his own sense of romantic, and Mariks…. Well, he is crazy, so what do you expect from him? Simply flowers and candies?
And Bakura learns that Ryou don’t had endless patients.
This Chapter is a little less romantic and more on the funny side, but I hope you like it nonetheless.
Oh, and I added a few parts after I get it back form Yokai-Braut, who I want to thank for doing the Beta for me. All grammar-wrongs are originally and completely mine.
And with that said: Please enjoy:
The normal school-madness:
“BAKURA! What are you doing!? Are you crazy, or what is wrong in your head today?” hollered the younger one, as the thief suddenly changed direction and stormed towards the surprised teen. Without stopping, he grabbed him by the waist and threw him onto his shoulder, happily ignoring the yelp of the other one as well as the fists needlessly hammering on his back as he hang there upside down.
When the boy saw that this was no use, he stopped his struggling for the moment and tried to look at the object in his Dark's hand, which seemed to amuse him enough to almost fall down, unable to stop laughing. And he also didn’t see the point in all the running around. “Hey, Bakura” but he didn’t get an answer. “Bakura, what is that, and why are you running like a cat after catnip?” But the thief only laughed and ran in large circles again and again, ignoring all questions coming from his Hikari, as well as his threats and struggling to get free.
Malik was now also standing, like most of his classmates, at the window and watching the scene out there curiously. As he had calmed down little, Marik stepped up to his side, snickering from time to time, when Bakura nearly hit the ground with his struggling burden. Yami had managed to grab his shirt several times, but he didn’t get a good enough grip on the taller one, and so all he could do was trying again, hoping that Ryou slowed him down enough so he could catch up with him, instead of running after him like they where playing ‘catch me’. From time to time the former pharaoh swears and growl at him, but that didn’t do much. His only luck was that he was in his spirit form, so no one would see him running around only wearing his boxers… Or so he thought, not thinking about the fact that the other spirits could see him well. Well, that was a problem which could easily be solved. A trip to the shadow realm could be really healthy…
“Marik?” Malik asked his still laughing Yami after a while.
“Y… ye… Yes?” stuttered Marik, who would have fallen to the ground laughing if he hadn't been leaning against the back of his Hikari. “You know why Bakura is running around like this…?” “Yes.” “And you know what that thing over his head is?! He seems to be quite proud of stealing it…?” “Sure! You wanna know?” Marik laid an arm around Malik’s shoulders, as he pointed at the running thief, who was looking back over his shoulder again and again, as if someone was right behind him, swearing in Egypt, English and Japanese, as he gave his best not to drop his Hikari or his new 'banner'.
“This, my dear Malik, are the pants of our great, proud pharaoh Atemu!” and again he was rolling on the floor hollering in laughter.
“WHAT? How did he get it? Why doesn’t he wear it?”
“That is what you get when you let your clothes lie around on windowsills in public…”
“But why…” ’did he even take it off’… but then his eyes found Yugi, his face hidden in his arms with his head on the desk. But that did little to hide his very blushed cheeks. ’A little more, and he will set off the fire alarm’ Malik thought as he put two and two together.
So that was the reason why Bakura was running like hell. Sure the game-king would be very mad at him for interrupting his ‘game’ with his little light.
‘So good luck, you will need it, thief.’ thought the blond teen as he watched again, ‘just a shame that we all can’t see Yami’.
“Hey, don’t you want to risk a glance? It looks funny!” a voice came from the window.
“No, no, I’m fine, don’t worry!” Yugi shouted back to the blond a little tired, looking away with his blush.
Now Marik turned toward him too with a knowing smirk: “What’s wrong? Are your pants to tight?” At that Yugi turned redder and now both of the blond psychos were leaning on his desk, their eyes still on the laughing Bakura. “Don’t worry, I can understand it… After that show… Whose pants wouldn’t nearly burst at that…!” Marik said to an scared-looking Yugi, who’s eyes became wider and wider with every word, and his face turned red, very red.
“You… saw…” Yugi’s color changed form red to white and back to red in a matter of seconds. Again he hid his face in his arms. But Malik wouldn't let him, because suddenly Yugi felt his desk moving. The boy shoved the table away from under his head and forced him to sit up, to not fall face down to the ground. The blond shoved the table over to the window, so they could comfortably sit on it and watch in peace.
“All we need now is popcorn,” said Malik, and Yugi shook his head “What do you think you're doing? Watching TV?” “Of course!” Marik joined his Hikari to also sit on the desk beside him. “It’s wrestling! Well, it will be, if Yami ever manages to catch him.” “No, then it will become a crime-thriller. Cause he will murder him. Coldhearted and without a second thought” Yugi gave up staring at them, since they ignored it anyway and wouldn’t give him back his desk, and instead sat down on the other side of Malik, also a little curious about what might happen next. ‘Just a few moments ago I nearly excused myself to the bathrooms with him and now….’ He also watched his lover, and he couldn’t help but smile at the view. Marik was right, he looked a bit funny in his black silk boxers, running around in the daylight. They were black, but with silvery prints on it. On his backside he had two hand imprints on them, making it look like they where foundling his ass. And the front side told them he was a ‘Bad boy’. . ‘Just good that he wear some today…’
“You should have seen Bakura’s grin when he saw Yami standing there in nothing but his boxers… You were nearly able to see the cogs turning in his head, and what the conclusion will be! And you gave him such a great chance, he didn’t even try too hard to hide himself!” Marik spoke up again. “Wait! You saw him coming and didn’t stop him?” “Why should I? If Yugi hadn't been so busy drooling at the pharaoh, and the class hadn't been so busy with laughing at his red face, and the pharaoh hadn't been so busy with trying to kill the teacher with his glaring… Maybe one off you all would have seen him coming.” But he didn’t look like he was too unhappy about Bakura having managed to reach his goal, even if he himself would have done it a little more...discreetly. Even if this was very unlike him. Or at least, he would have been discreet until he hid the clothes and Yami had to search for it. Maybe in the girls-toilet or their locker room…
“That is too funny, really! ’Snatch’ and it was ’bye-bye pants’…. And the ’great pharaoh’ jumped out through the window to run after Bakura at top speed…” And again Marik was cut off by his own laughter, and he had to hold onto Malik again to not kiss the ground.
“If Bakura had waited just a few more minutes, Yami would have taken off his boxers too!” Now all eyes were on Marik, as Malik asked:” YOU were waiting for that, right?” “Sure, that would give us good material to tease him with, but that thief is too impatient. And I couldn’t find a way to get there without being seen to steal the clothes myself. It was real luck, that he had the same idea!”
Marik obviously enjoyed the whole, embarrassing situation. “But before he took the boxers off, the teacher stopped us in time.” Yugi said relieved. “Do you really think that would stop him? The man has no shame!” Now Malik stood behind his own Yami with a book over his head and an evil grin on his face. He hit him several times over the head, not enough to really hurt him, but hard enough he could feel it even with all that hair standing up in the way. “And you are the one to talk about such things, right?!” “But Hikari-pretty!” said Marik, and Malik blushed slightly at that, waking Yugi’s interest, “You didn’t complain about that yesterday as we…mpfhhhh…” Malik’s hand over his mouth stopped him from saying more. Yugi was grateful for that, he didn’t think he really wanted to know what they did. ‘Hikari-pretty?’ and Malik was blushing like mad? That certainly was something you didn’t get to see every day.
“But I still can’t believe that you really let him do this! Haven’t thought that you have that in you, squirt.” “What do you mean?” asked Yugi unappreciative, “What harm could he do, he was just taking off his clothes after all.” ’And there are a lot of worse things I can think of, but not many better things, of cause beside of…’ thought Yugi by himself, without looking the others in the eyes. Not with such thoughts in his head. But from the corner he could see the knowing, sly smirks of the two blondes, which he tried to ignore as best as he can.
“And you really believe he would have stopped by just getting ride of his own clothes?^”
“Sure. What else could he do?”
“You’re kidding me, right? Don’t tell me you where about to getting laid from your pharaoh in front of the whole class and don’t even noticed it!” Marik was once again rolling on the floor as Yugi reached a nearly unhealthy shade of red. “Yami would never do that!” he murmured a little halfhearted.
“Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that, shrimp. But remember, where had he had his hands while the teacher was yelling at you?! What had your dear pharaoh done to you then?” “You like spying at other peoples, do you?” said Yugi in hope to turn the attention of the other to another theme “What do you want, he’s a pervert!” joined Malik their conversation. “That was not nice to say, Hikari-Pretty!” “But it is true! You had always spied at me when I was under the shower or chancing clothes!” “Hey, you can’t blame me for that! Such chances are far too tempting and rare to let them pass by unused!” “You did it even before we where together! You! Are! Pervert!” "We where always together!" ""As a couple, I mean! You psycho!" "And how would you know that? And how could you say that anyway! That is long over, and you don’t have any prove." "You mean, beside that I have good ears? I heard you sometimes ‘whispering'. Things like 'Come on, turn around for me' or 'Let me see all off you' and god know what else that i gladly didn’t hear!" "Well, you never stopped me!" "I always checked the room and kicked you out before I actually did something! Why do you think I always looked under my bed?!" "There was a monster hidden under it?" "The only monster there was you!" “That’s your own fault! You’re too alluring, why in the word should I not spy! Am I crazy?” “Do you really want an answer?” Malik shook his head.
"Well, I'm just glad I don’t get all that creepy gifts anymore"
"Creepy gifts? What kind of? Don’t you like getting romantic little gifts out of affection and love?" asked Yugi innocently, even if he wasn’t sure if he wouldn’t regret it later. 'After all, how bad could it be?' He earned a snore from Malik and a wide grin from Marik, who looked with interest at his Hikari: "Yes, don’t you like my gifts? It was pretty funny to get them for you, Hikari-pretty!"
"Only you sick psycho would call that 'funny'!" Yugi wasn’t sure now if he even wanted to know more, but it was now too late.
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[Before you read the next part I have to warn you!: As I wrote this, I had a picture of Marik in my head from his duel with Yami. If you don’t want to know what such a psycho give as a gift to win a heart, you better skip the next paragraph. There will be blood! Lots of it! And the dead of innocent peoples who had the bad luck to cross Mariks way at the wrong time.(No, I don’t need help from a doctor, thanks for asking, I‘m perfectly fine and sane…. I hope ^_^ )]
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"You know, police handcuffs 'may' be okay, but not if the hands of a criminal where still on them like a macabre decoration. And candies sure don’t look or taste any better when you decorate them with eyes! And dead animals are only on Halloween a good decoration, when they are made in plastic. And you can’t just walk around and lay real hearts on innocent peoples pillows! I have to sleep on that, I don’t want blood all over it! And they weren’t even the worst of all!" Malik now hissed as he got more and more worked up about it.
"Do you have any idea how disturbing and... disgusting it could be if you wake up in the morning and the first thing you see is a bloody head on your nightstand? With also death snakes, rats or bird spiders looking out of their ears or eyes? On a silver plate, floating in fresh, warm blood? That was certainly NOT funny! Or romantic!” “But I really needed a good package for that jewels I gave you! And that heads where better than any jewelry box. And beside that, they don’t needed their brains anyway. Not a big loss for the word. At last they did once in their live something useful!
AND! I also made a nice little bow around each of them, just for you, my love!”
“THAT BOWS WHERE MADE WITH THEIR OWN GUTS!”
Now Yugi turned from snow white to green. He really regretted that he had asked. ’ I’m so glad that Yami just asked me out for a surprise, sat me in a boat full of red roses and told me under the full moon in the middle of the lake that he love me, and that he would be happy and proud if I want to be his partner for more than just games…’ Yugi was brought out of his peaceful (and bloodless) thoughts as he heard Marik asking a question: “But I still don’t get it how you found out that it was me how gave you all that pretty stuff!? It should be a surprise that it was me, and you just spoiled it…” “Maybe it was the card I found always there: ’Your secret admirer’ written with blood. Or maybe because you sat always at such days on the breakfast table with blood on your hands, face, hair or clothes?” suggested the saner blonde dryly “Or maybe just because I found you often around my door in the morning with a smirk and you asking me for help with that tent in your pants…” “I thank Ra every day for making keyholes.” “You were really obvious, even without your comments like ’I hate bathing alone, would you join me’ or ’my bed is too hard, can I sleep on you’ our your all-time favorite: ’The bread is old, can I smear this on you instead’.” “Yeah, and I also promised you every time that I wouldn’t bite you too hard. And I kept that promise, right?”
Yugi didn’t know if he should faint or throw up after hearing all of this. ’Way too much information. I think now I need to see a psychiatrist… ’
“You know, Marik, sometimes I really wonder why I go out with you instead of getting a restraining order against you like I should after getting such ’romantic’ gifts.”
“Hey, I gave you flowers and pets as well. And they where much better than those boring red weeds Yami told me about, or that small, ’fluffy’ bunny Bakura decided to steal for his light. They told me it would work with that stuff, I just had to try, like they did.”
“But I highly doubt that they meant meat-eating flowers and piranhas!”
“But they are so much funnier. And when your Venus flytrap grow a bit bigger, we can feed it with that barking dog.”
“NO, we don’t feed Joey to a plant, you sick psycho!”
“Well, actually I meant the mongrel of our neighbor, but I like your idea a lot more.”
“Okay, I hate to crush your dreams, Marik, but it will never grow that big. A Venus flytrap will always eat just midges and flies, noting, and I mean noting bigger than that.”
“WHAT? But I wanted to watch it eat Yami, and when we don’t need him any longer, Bakura too! Are you sure, Hikari-pretty?”
Malik just shook his head: “You are hopeless. And an idiot to believe something like that!”
“I’m not an idiot! And when we use a little shadow magic? Then we can make it bigger and feed it with peoples!”
“NO, we SURE don’t turn my plant into a monster that destroyed the whole town, just so you can have your fun with it! I like it like it is, and when you touch it, I feed that damn thing with you!”
“That is not fair! I want, I want, I want to do that!”
“Yeah, sure you will! No fucking chance!”
“You‘re no fun!“
“Cry me a river, manic!“
“Just wait, Hikari pretty, I make you regret that!”
Yugi ignored the breathless giggles and laughing from the younger blond as Marik tickled him into submission, and let his thoughts wander back that few minutes which felt like hours to him, as he remembered Marik’s earlier question to keep his mind of off heads and guts in the early morning.
‘Remember where had he had his hands…’
He nearly could feel those elegant fingers again wander lightly over his skin, and he briefly wondered why his teacher didn’t noticed the movement under his shirt as she still kept on yelling at him. Yami didn’t seems to mind her anymore as he stopped glaring at her, as one of his hands found its way back into his pants to hold him tightly and stroke him slow and firm. It felt that great that he had a hard time to keep a straight face and pretend to look only at the women, even if his vision was hazily and he bit his lips to keep himself from moaning out loud. By all that great sensations he forgot about the other hand, until it sneaked in the back of his pants and boxers, and he nearly jumped up as a finger wiggles and popped its way there…”
“RA-DAMMED! YAMI, THAT’S NOT FAIR!!!” screamed Yugi and waved his hands around his head as if this thoughts are flies flying around him.
While Yugi had his little flashback, the two Psychos are gone from tickling to kissing, but both where looking up at him by his sudden scream.
Malik padded comfortingly Yugis shoulder to calm the blushing teen down a little, while his Yami was (once again) laughing his ass of on the floor.
“Poor Yugi… I know exactly how hard life can be with a horny Yami.”
“Hard… hard… that’s… the right word, Hikari… pretty…” Marik struggled to say between giggles and chuckles. Both of the Hikaris glared at him, what he happily ignored as he rolled around.
“Yami would never do this, he was just bored and teasing me!!!!”
“Yeah, keep telling yourself that, shrimp. But I know that look he had in his eyes.” teased Marik merciless. “And you would have watched us the whole time, right?” ”Sure, what else? There is noting else as nearly as interesting to do around here. I was just waiting to see your face when you finally realize that he is serious about the whole crap!”
“Stop teasing Yugi, you pervert!” came Malik to his help.
“But Hikari-pretty, it is funny!”
“No, its not. Stop being always so mean to my friends, I try to convince them that you’re not crazy. At last not all the time… And stop calling me that!”
“Well, whatever, that is a good idea the pharaoh had there, don’t you think so, too… my desert beauty?“
“Again: Stop calling me that! And I wonder somehow why you never had that idea..”
“Mostly because you have the Millenium Rod, and stopped me always before I could even made a move!”
“Ahhh, yes, that was it why! I know you too well…”
Yugi was still talking to himself, murmuring “Yami would never go that far with all the peoples around, he was just kidding…” but he didn’t sounded very sure now.
“And? Care to tell me now what all that running is about?” Ryou asked annoyed as he made a pause from fighting against the hold of his darker half again, and Bakura paused in his laughing and yelling, but not in his running. “The baka pharaoh is chasing me!” “Really? Then hopefully he catches you and hits you and sends you to the shadow realm for all you picking on him and always embarrassing me like that!” “But Hikari!” protested Bakura, “How can you say that! You are supposed to be sweet and fluffy!” “And you are supposed to be in your soul room. So what is your point?”
“And I’m not fluffy” he yelled, as he registered that again Bakura had called him that, even if he know very well how much he disliked this, especially when others can hear it as well. ’For what does he takes me? His personal stuffed animal?’ “No, sure you are not! You are not a single bit sweet and fluffy and soft. Just your hair is soft, your skin is soft, your eyes are soft, your voice is soft, your heart is soft…“ counted the thief out with a hug grin on his face, while he let one of his hands wander over the ass of his poor victim. But said victim kept on with his struggling and swearing and hit with his fist aimless around. While doing that, he failed to notice that he was roughly rubbing against the shoulder he was hanging over, and Bakura‘s grin grow bigger and a lot slyer then before: “But then again, you‘re right, my sweet, fluffy Hikari! There you are sure not soft! Lucky me, I can think of a lot of funny things we can do with that not-so-soft part of you.“ “BAKURA! How could you… Let me down, or you will sleep at the sofa until the end of time!“
But the thief didn’t answer and kept running past the window for the umpteenth time where he spotted Marik waving at him, and so he waved back. “Hey, psycho, look what I found!” “You didn’t find it, you stole it! And now give it back, or I'll kill you! Slowly and painfully, baka tomb robber!” he heard from somewhere behind him, but he didn’t even think about it. “No chance, pharaoh!” but before he could say any more, Ryou choose this moment to try and struggle free again, nearly off-balancing the white haired thief. “HEY! Stop that, or I drop you! Why can’t you stay still and enjoy the ride?” “Because it is embarrassing, and I don’t want to, and the teacher will be angry at me for leaving the class, and it is embarrassing, and the blood is running and pooling in my head, and it is embarrassing, and you are stupid! And did I mention that it is embarrassing? And now let me down!!! Everyone is staring at us! Stop that! Now!” But instead of doing so, he just tightened his grip on the smaller one to keep him in place over his shoulder with one hand, with the other still waving the black thing around, as he asked with a wide grin: “I should stop them staring at you? Sure, I also don’t like that, they have to keep their eyes where they belong, or they loose them. So, want me to simply kill them, or should I send them to the shadow realm…” But Ryou let him know that that was not what he had meant, as the tomb robber ignored his threats and from time to time he cursed at Yami behind him or grinned proudly at the teens by the windows watching him. “Please, Bakura, stop that! Yami will kill you if he gets your ass.”
“That’s right, just listen to your light! I'll stab you! Then I'm going to hang you down from a very high tree, quarter you, let Anzu tell you a long, long, LONG story about friendship, drown you in a mud pit, set you on fire, make you explode, cut your empty head off, strangle you with your own hair, tie you up on a train-rail, let you fall out off an airplane, feed you to Kaiba‘s dragons, beat you to death,… AND THEN I’LL KILL YOU!!!”
//Uhmmmm…Yami?…// Yugi hesitated, as he sat there on his table by the window and heard the darker one yelling, // Shouldn’t he be dead after you do just one of those things to him? How can you kill him after doing all of that to him?//
/I don’t care! I just do it! By the way, this is all your fault, Yugi, you know that?! I told you to let us go somewhere else!/ Yami suddenly thought through their mind link, startling Yugi for a moment, before he could answer. //And I told you to wait a little! Just be glad, because if the teacher hadn’t put a stop at that, you wouldn't even wear those boxers of yours!//
“Again I ask you, Bakura! What is this black thing! I want to know why I get detention for running and trying to stop you, to get your ass out of trouble, not that you deserved it, but anyway…” “Oh, its just the pants of our dear Yami,” Bakura told him with a sly grin, which he couldn’t see, but it was easy to hear in his voice, while Ryou was staring in disbelieve at the black cloth. ”Please tell me you were at the game shop to get that…” “Nope… Where would the fun be at raiding his wardrobe when only the old man is at home?” “Do I want to know, where…?” “I just snatched it from the windowsill in the twerps class, since Yami decided he didn’t want to wear them any longer… I think he thought that his Hikari found that more interesting than hearing what the teacher says… And judging by his looks…” “But why don’t you give them back now? You've had your fun, now it's enough. Don’t you feel like a fool? Come on, let me down! Bakura!” Ryou asked in a pleading voice, since pouting and puppy-dog-eyes were out of the question. What use were they, if the other couldn’t see them, after all! “No, I never give back what I’m stealing, my fluffy little Hikari.” and he patted and stroked the younger ones ass (again).
After a side glance to the still smirking Marik, Yugi spoke up again in Yami’s mind, teasingly: //Oh, and by the way, I shall tell you from Marik that he enjoyed your little show very much! You should demand access…// Yugi couldn’t suppress the raising laughter as he saw the former pharaoh nearly stumbling and kissing the ground, Malik looked from Yami, who looked at Yugi with wide eyes, to Yugi himself.
“What did you tell him?” the blond asked curious and Yugi told them. “Yes, just sad that we didn’t have a camera, the pictures would be great for blackmail.” “Yes, you shouldn’t have send it to the shadow realm.” “But Malik, Hikari pretty, my desert beauty, I swear to Ra, it tried to steal my soul! You just have to believe me!” “Yes, and the microwave, the toaster, the school bus last week and the seven cars this week…- And how many people, Marik?” “They were all idiots, no need to cry about them..” the crazier of the two cut in. “But they all tried to steal your soul?” “Sure! I swear it was like I said!” “Sure, and what do you think they wanted to do with that useless, black thing?” “Awww, you are mean, you know that!” And he laid an arm around the teen firmly and began to nuzzle his neck. Blushing Malik let him have his way for now, as he buried his face in soft golden hair and purred quietly: “Hmmm, you smell good, you know that? And there you think I can take my hands from you? You like to torture me, do you?” And he gave him more and more hungry kisses and bites along his neck and shoulders, his hands slowly wandering over chest, tummy and thighs. “MARIK! Didn’t I tell you not to do this in school?!” “But Hikari-pretty, you taste so good, I can’t get enough of you!” and he bit down once more, a little harder to leave a mark on the dark skin, as he refused to let go of the other. But the saner one struggled out of Marik’s grip and slapped his hands playfully, as he reached out for him once more. “Don’t touch, just look! And I‘m not your breakfast!” “But Hikari-pretty, that’s not fair!” “Who said that life was fair! You would never stop at just kissing. You always want more! YOU shouldn’t talk about others know no shame, or decency and morals! I wonder that you even know what that words means!” and Malik sat down on the table again, happy that he had the last word for once, as his Yami got lost to do god know what damage somewhere else for the moment, as none of both the Hikaris looked at him.
“I’m a respectable guy!” he called back over his shoulder, as no one tried to stop him.
“Really? Since when?”
“If I where not, you would lay on that table and scream my name!”
“MARIK! You‘re a pervert, and there is no way you can’t deny that!”
“But I’m right! If I weren’t respectable, you would scream yourself hoarsely with my name since long. But if you don’t want me, then I go!”
“Fine, have fun, get lost, and don’t let the door hit your back!”
“I’m going!”
“Yes, fine!”
“I’m going now!”
“Yes, have fun!”
“I said, I’m going now! And I mean it!”
“I heard you, I don’t mind!”
“Honestly, now I’m leaving!”
“THEN GET LOST ALREADY!”
“Uhm.. Malik? Do you really think it is safe to let Marik run around all alone?” The blond beside him looked up startled, but then just shook his head: “He really is old enough to take care of himself.” ‘Truth be told, I’m more worried about the rest of the word.’ thought Yugi nervous.
Suddenly Malik’s head jerked up startled and ripped the other teen out of his own thoughts.
“Shit! The world is coming to an end! Armageddon approaching”
“What? Malik, what’s wrong?” asked Yugi more then just a bit worried.
“I asked Marik was he is doing,” answered the pale teen ”and he said he gives our classmates gifts! As apologies for always playing pranks on them! MARIK! GIFTS!”
“Okay, who shall I call? The police, the fire department, the emergency ambulance, the navy, the army, the NASA, national guard, FBI, CIA… Will a psychiatrist help?”
For a moment Malik seems to really think about it, but then told the other Hikari: “No, a psychiatrist would not be a help, the last one is still not allowed to eat alone with a spoon.”
“What did he do? Mind crush him? And why was he even there” Again did Yugi the same mistake as before: he asked.
“My sister sent him to that doctor after she saw all the ’gifts’ he gave me. And he didn’t mind crushed him, he actually was in a good mood that day, because that day I agreed to be his boyfriend (even if I sometimes wonder why), so he just did what that psychiatrist wanted him to do. Looking at pictures, telling about his hobbies, such things. After that, the man was sent to his own nuthouse after they found him running through the street talking about the end of all days, and that the devil is walking on earth. He know it because he talked with him, tall, spiky blond hair, creepy, insane… Now guess who he meant…. They think he will never recover properly… Hmmm, maybe I shouldn’t have talked about gifts, and give him some bad ideas….”
Malik shrugged with his shoulders: By second thought, Marik was gone, so he was someone else headache for the moment. There was nothing they could do against him for the moment anyway. Why getting upset about it, everyone should know that gifts from that psycho could be… risky and are to handle with great care, you never know what he was up to. All they could do was hopping that no one would actually die, or at last travel to the shadow realm…
After steadying himself again before he actually could fall; the former pharaoh cursed out loudly. He couldn’t believe it, Marik had watched them the whole time! ‘I bet he only waited to get a chance to play a prank or something, as always!’ Yami thought angrily. ‘First I kill Bakura. Then I kill Marik, and maybe his crazy Hikari too, just for good measure. Than I mind crush the teacher and burn the school down. Yes, that sounds like a good plan. This way everyone will be happy: Ryou won’t have to deal with that stupid, incompetent baka tomb robber any longer, and Yugi won’t have to go to school anymore and waste his precious time. And nobody would miss the two psychos, right?’
“Honestly, give me my pants back, baka tomb robber, or you’ll not see the another sunrise in this live!” Yami then cursed loud to the grinning thief. “Why, don’t you like running around like that? Don’t you get enough pats on your ass from your Hikari so you wear those pictures on them? Or did he touch you with dirty hands and leave them there? You look funny with those boxers! ” Ryou tugged a little on the hem of Bakura’s own pants to peer inside. What he saw made him grin: “You mean as funny as your own boxers? You wear the white ones with the red little hearts on, in case you forgot!” Before the thief could do anything but blush, he heard a snicker from behind. [8] “HEARTS? The great king of thieves wears hearts? How sweeeet…..” Yami teased him mercilessly. “Shut up, pharaoh! They were a gift from my fluffy Ryou, so don’t dare to say anything against them!” “I’m not fluffy!” but Ryou was ignored by the two Yamis. //Hey, why is Bakura suddenly that red? Is he out of breath already? // came the wondering voice from his Hikari through their mind link. /Ryou said that Bakura wears Boxers with red little hearts on it. Isn’t that sweeeeet?/
//BAKURA? OUR THIEF KING BAKURA?//
Yami could see as he passed the window, that his Hikari would fall from the table laughing, if Malik hadn't been holding him by the back of his shirt, holding him on the desk, as Yugi told him what he had just get heard.
“Oh, that reminds me. Ryou, didn’t you say earlier I should act more mature, and I should take Yami as an example?”
“Yes??” came the answer from the still trapped boy. Ryou hesitated, that didn't sound like a random question, there was more to follow, no doubt. “So do you mean I should also run around without pants on? Do you want me to take off all my clothes? Or never wear any? Not a big problem, you know? For you…” and he smiled dirtily at the red-faced Albino.
“I don’t want to be an example! They are boring and never have fun!” Yami hollered to them, before Ryou could say something in return. “Do it like me!” called Marik out through a window (not the same as Malik and Yugi are!). “Be a bad example!” “And corrupt my innocent Hikari? No fucking way! And beside that, there is no way, you can ever be as great as me, thief!” he hollered first at Marik and then at Bakura angrily. “Yeah, it’s impossible to be as short as you and your dimwit!” “I have enough of you, baka thief, now stop that and give me back what is mine! Or I tell everyone what kind of boxers you wear, you useless weirdo!” Yami tried it with blackmail this time, as swearing and threading was for no use.
“You idiot! By the look of Malik and your dimwit you already told them! I make you pay dearly for that, so prepare yourself for an early end!”
As Yami also looked to said teens, he saw them both holding their stomachs and laughing and snickering, while they pointed to the white haired tomb robber. Marik was nowhere to be seen, but if Malik knew, then sure as hell he already told his insane lover, too.
“Isn’t he overreacting a bit?” Malik asked casually, ignoring his darker half's absence as they calmed down from their laughing little by little, with a look outside, where Bakura was still running, panting heavier now, with his Hikari on his shoulder. “Maybe, but he hates it when someone touches what belongs to him.”
“Really?” Malik turned to Yugi and poked him a little in the side.
“So, now he will try to kill me, too?” “NO, cause I’m here to safe you!!!!!!!” hollered Marik happily, suddenly appearing behind them and making them nearly jump out of their skin, before he laid his arms around his saner part's waist possessively and pulled him over into his lap.” and I wouldn't let anything happen to you, you know that, Hikari-pretty.” “Hey, Marik, back again? What have you done? And how many peoples are death?” “Nothing, why do you think I have done something? Or that someone has to die when I‘m bored?”
And again he started to fondle and tickle him, making the blond shudder and squirm in his arms, but this time he didn’t get a chance to break free, as Marik claimed his lips passionately, not caring where they were and who could see them. “Oh, and besides, I have a little present for you, Hikari-pretty.” said Marik, as they parted for air, and Malik gave him a skeptical look.
Did he even want to know what it was?
Knowing he had a… strange… notion of presents…
With a manic grin his Yami shoved something into his hands, watching his reaction expectantly.
After a closer look he identified it as the shattered pieces of the smoke alarm. “You said, you want to never again hear that sound of it in your life. Well, it is dead now! It will never make a sound again.” Malik stared at the ’gift’ for a while. ’Never let him out of sight, or something will be broken or killed. You could bet on it. Well, somehow he was right, in his own, insane way: I will never hear it again…!’
Yami really hated this day from the bottom of his heart! Or Mondays in general!
/First, Yugi doesn't want to play with me! Then, just when I have him where I wanted him, the stupid teacher interrupts us with her screaming and yelling. Then, just when she is about to leave him alone, that baka thief steals my clothes. I swear by Ra, next time I just walk into the class, grab my Yugi and walk out!/
// I heard that, Yami. Like hell you will do that!//
/Sure I will! And the others can go straight to hell for all I care!/ Yami shouted back, as he came closer and closer to Bakura, who slowed down because Ryou kept on swearing at him and hitting and tossing around with all fours.
And that was all it took.
Yami saw his chance to get back what was his when Ryou effectively knocked them down!
Gladly Bakura somehow managed to turn his body and slide Ryou down in his arms so he didn’t get hurt by making acquaintance with the hard ground.
The former pharaoh stopped to catch his breath as he saw that there was no need to rush, since Ryou was already dealing with the tomb robber.
Meaning, he was sitting on Bakura’s chest and hitting him with his little fists, not that Bakura minded. Ryou wasn’t strong enough to hurt him, and most of the blows didn’t even hit him. And all the while the smaller teen was yelling at him with an anger-red face; how stupid he was, how embarrassing this all was, and that he was going to sleep at the couch for the rest of his live…The thief just laid there at the ground and stared up at his hikari dumb folded. ‘I wonder who the hell has taught my poor little fluffy Ryou that many bad, naughty words? If I get a hold on that fucking bastard, I kick his Ra-damned ass into the next millennia before I feed his shitty heart to the next damn monster I see.’
Joey and Honda were just looking at each other.
Then at the anarchy around them.
Then at each other again.
How can the sedate temper of the class change in a matter of seconds into… that!?
Yami ran around in his boxers because Bakura had stolen his pants before he dragged Ryou around, who wanted to seriously kill his Darkness now. Marik could see an invisible Yami and apparently his Hikari could see it, too. Marik was flirting sweetly and Malik was blushing several shades, and Yugi seemed to have a hot daydream in school and had been sighing and moaning for all to hear. The rest of the class was hiding somewhere, laughing, screaming or causing havoc. The teacher sat in her chair shocked and stared into the air, tears slowly running down her cheeks.
“Joey…?”
“Yes…?”
&# 8220;I think we are in a nut house!”
“Yes, better if we go home, or they'll infect us with whatever they have, too.”
And so they put their belongings together, said ‘Good-bye’ to the crying teacher and went home…
Yami meanwhile could hardly suppress the urge to laugh out loud as he strolled over to Ryou and his captive. Who had thought that the normally calm and polite Ryou could get that loud, and that he knew so many dirty words. Such dirty words he called Bakura now, the former pharaoh thought gleefully, as he picked up his pants and put them back on without any sign of haste. Then he calmly went away, and Yugi wondered where he was going now from his seat on the table. He had thought for sure that he would try to kill the thief immediately, but no. He just looked at them and left?
//Yami? Are you all right?//
/Sure, just wait a minute…/
Eventually Bakura had enough of his yelling Hikari, so he grasped the boy by his shoulders and flipped them over so that he was straddling the smaller one's waist now as he pinned the surprised teen down. He merrily ignored the shocked yelp he got at the sudden change of position and kissed him passionately for all he was worth. It didn’t need long, and Ryou was kissing back the same way, his anger forgetting for now. But just for the moment, until the thief would think of the next stupid action and Ryou would remember then... But for the moment he was too busy kissing the life out of Bakura to think of anything else… Both teen and thief ignored the catcalls and whistles coming from the windows, as more and more students ignored their teachers for the show outside the window. Needless to say that the teachers by now were furious at the couple for hampering their lessons… But the two were in their own world, and none of the outside world existed for them, as they stroked and patted and fondled each other as if it were the first time they touched each other.
Yami came back after a while, now for everyone to look. And they did look, with Yami only wearing his tight, black leather pants and a light sheen of sweat on his chest. Even more whistles could be heard. Over his head he held a huge bucked full with cool water. He gave the two blonds and his lover at the window a wicked grin to make sure they were watching, before he turned around to the oblivious albinos. They didn’t even flinch as he stepped up to them, and he emptied the bucked over them. Well, at Bakura mostly, since he was shielding the smaller one from most of it. “I deal with you later, baka tomb robber, I have a more important thing to do right now. Enjoy the time you have left and be glad about it, it’s your last day!”
Yami wasn’t upset about the fact that Bakura got the most of the water, he didn’t want to do something mean to Ryou anyway, because he was alright, and he was also punished enough with his stupid darker half.
But before the tomb robber could yell more than an angry ‘Awww, that’s cold, damn it!’ at him in his surprise, Yami made a quick dash to the window and was about to jump back in where his Aibou was waiting, while he just wanted to grab both his clothes and his lover and continue where they had stopped, somewhere not far away, but where they could be alone, this time. He could see that neither Bakura nor his Hikari cared much about being soaked to their skin, as they continued to kiss each other senseless. He wasn’t even sure if they were even really aware of it. Not that he cared, he just noticed it, as he looked back at the lack of shooting from the thief, so he didn’t hurry too much to get inside, where the maniacs were already waiting for him with big grins plastered on their faces.
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It certainly took time, but eventually the teacher looked up, just in time to see the blond and the brunette boy left the class without telling her. Now she took a closer look at the room and immediately regretted it. ‘Please, someone tell me that this is just a dream. A weird, terrible, scary nightmare, and I can wake up now.’ She pinched her arm quite hard to see if she could wake up from the horror in front of her. But she sadly discovered now that this, in fact, was real. ‘Then I must be dead and in hell, there is no other way this can all be true…’
Behind her, in a corner, sat that annoying brunette who always ranted about friendship to no end. She had her hands around her knees and rocked back and for, talking to herself: “I want my Yami Not fair I want my Yami I want my Yami I want I want I want He’s mine friendship is fine Yami is fine love Yami love friendship friendship Yami Yami friendship Need Yami need friendship is important my Yami my love my Friends want them want friends want Yami where are they were are friends need to make friends friendship hold us together need more friends friendship give us the force to do what we want like friends like Yami need to make more friends friendship is all friendship make the word go round want my friends must tell them must tell everyone friendship important friendship is all I need Yami is all I need Yami friendship friendship Yami…..”
‘Uhhhhh… all right… (should I call a doctor?). Yeah, whatever, so much for that girl.’ thought the nameless teacher. Sadly, she was not the only one gone over the deep end.
There was a blond girl running away from a boy with really big, shiny scissors, he called “Hair! I want your hair! Don’t worry I take it along with your head, you don’t have to cut it. Stand still, it won’t hurt for long. I just want your hair! Why are you running away?…”
A few cheerleaders were screaming, because someone had set their long flowing hair on fire. And tried to quench the fire for them. Sadly they did it with alcohol. “HEEELLLLPPPPP!!!!!!”
In the middle of the class was a campfire made out of some chemistry- and math-books happily crackling in them. Around it were several teens sitting and holding hands, while they sang ‘Kumbayah my lord’ and ‘Guantanamera’ and ‘This Land is your Land’, happily throwing more books into the fire and watching them burn. [9]
For a moment the teacher frowned: There was something wrong with that picture, and after a moment she registered, what it was: There was a fire burning in the class, but no fire alarm was heard. She looked up, but instead of the smoke detector she saw a hole in the ceiling with wires coming out of it. Well, that explained it quite well…
On the other side of the room, some guy had his ghetto blaster plugged in, and was now standing with his two friends dancing on the table and singing loudly to ‘Eminem’ and ‘50 Cent’. Two girls and a boy were fighting over the question, who could stay on the highest hutch in the room, and tried to shove each other two down.
Two guys had found the knives they used to cut open the frogs in biology, and after painting circles on the wall, they played ‘Dart’ or ‘knife-throwing’ with them. But they didn’t have a good aim, or they did it on purpose, because most of the tiny knives went towards that still ranting girl in the corner. Not that someone minded, it was simply kind of weird.
A blond girl was playing ‘blind man’s buff’ and nearly fell out of the window, as her friends shoved her that way.
One of the rappers and one of the boys by the fire were now getting into an argument, and after a moment they started rolling on the floor and hitting each other, while more boys gathered around them and made bets at who will win the fight. Their stake was a hand of gummy bears, and they were yelling and screaming at them.
Suddenly something on the wall caught her eye: Someone had painted, very colorfully: I will take over the world! Be aware! or Bakura wears hearts! or Pharaoh, go home! or I rule the world! Bow down before me! or Friendship sucks! along with a few skulls and crossbones and other scary pictures. [7]
And where did the rats and snakes come from? A few of the teens were standing on their tables, screaming and waving their hands around. That was until a boy got himself a broom and swept the animals into the campfire. It was a good thing they didn’t move because they were made out of rubber, so no one protested at the rough treatment…Or called ‘Greenpeace’…
A loud crack was heard, and two of the tables broke down under the weight of several teens, jumping up and down on them, looking who could break his desk at first, or with the loudest crack. And with this the campfire grew bigger and bigger by the minute.
“Hey, I have I great idea. Let us look if Anzu burns as good as the snakes. She is, after all, also an ugly critter.”
“Yeah!! Burn, Anzu, burn!
“NO! You can’t set her aflame! We need her to teach us about friendship!”
“FRIENDSHIP! FRIENDSHIP! I WANT TO MAKE NEW FRIENDS, WHERE ARE MY FRIENDS! FRIENDSHIP IS GREAT!” the crazy brunette screamed, the two insane worshipers of her doing the same. But in a matter of seconds the followers where duct-taped to a chair, so they almost looked like mummies. Brown mummies, but who cares…
‘Now all that's missing is them taping them to the blackboard’ thought the teacher sarcastically, as the teens did exactly that, as if reading her every thought. They taped the ‘friendship-worshipers’, among the loud cheering and whooping of their friends, up, with their heads upside down. Out of nowhere they suddenly had water bombs and the poor woman could only hope that they actually filled it with water, not with some chemicals they had found on the floor. Because someone had earlier broken the closet they were kept in open and threw them out to have something to hide in. For once luck was with her: Even if it wasn’t water, it was just paint. And the pattern they formed on the wall and the two teens was actually a nice one. It looked a little like one of those modern-art paintings you often could find in the museum.
To her big surprise, she saw three boys sitting at their own table, calm and quiet, even if they stared into the air with wide eyes, like (somewhat) normal people. They didn’t sing, dance, scream or try to kill someone.
But suddenly all three of them jumped up from their chairs and ran into the wall.
They shook their heads, took several steps back… and did it again!
…and again
…and again
6 or 7 teens observed that, and she heard one of them saying ”I bet they smoked something wrong.” “Let me try!” said another, and she couldn’t see what he was doing, he stood with his back to her, and that, perhaps, was better for her anyway. She didn’t want to know or have anything to do with what happened here… After a few moments the teen also stepped onto a table and waved his arms “I’m Superman, and I’m flying to the moon to find the pink bunnies!” and he jumped from the table and made a perfect belly-flop, the others laughing.
The other three were still running into the wall, laughing stupidly and saying something about yellow mice, pink elephants or blue cats, who were chasing them or sitting next and talking to them.
In a corner of the class were 7 girls sitting on the floor, giggling… in a scary and not quite sane way…
Around them was a heap; no, more like a mountain of candy papers.
Chocolate, lollipops, licorices, bonbons, cookies and god knows what else was there to find.
Where they'd gotten them from, or when they had started to eat them, the teacher didn’t know. All she knew for sure was, judging on the amount of candy they must have eaten to get such a big mountain of papers, they'd probably be on a sugar rush for the next two or three weeks.
The girls looked at each other for a moment, then at the still ranting Anzu, then back at each other again. One of them held up a can and several pillows, the others starting to get an evilly look and giggle foolish.
With a manic grin, which nearly reached that of Malik or Marik when they had a bad day (or were up to something), they got up to their feet and surrounded the brunet girl. One of them tipped Anzu’s shoulder, smiling sugary sweet at her, before shouting:
“Hey, you! I have something important to tell you, so hear well: FRIENDSHIP SUCKS! And you too!”
And as Anzu jumped up as if she just had been hit on the head with something hard and was about to inhale deeply to hold a speech about the importance of friendship, the girl took her can of super glue out and dumped it over the girls head. Her friends showering her with feathers from some pillows they had gotten from god-know-where, until she looked totally like a dull chicken. Laughing like mad, they went back to their own corner to get lost under all the candy papers and were never ever seen again.
Anzu, still murmuring about friendship and Yami and more friendship, also sat down in her own private corner, ignoring the feathers deliberately.
But most of all teens were standing by the window, whistling or whooping on something she didn’t really want to know. Surprises were always bad in this hell of a school, she had found out by now.
And now she registered that they were way too many! She didn’t have that many students when she started this class, did she? Then why were there so many of them now? Then she saw the note one of her colleagues had left for her on her table while she had still been crying, that said:
Sorry, but I put all of my students in your class, too. I really need a break now, before I kill one of them. Or all of them. Or our boss, for throwing me into this hell. And please, when you get a hold on him, give Ryou Bakura detention for swearing and skipping class. Again. Thanks a lot!
‘God, I hate Mondays! Why, for God's sake, did I choose to be a teacher? I wonder if it is too late to change my job? Maybe I could be a gambler like daddy. Or I can follow mum and be a marriage impostor. I wouldn’t have to work, and I'd never be alone. And after two or three years we break up and I keep his car and house… God, I just hope I never have children, I would kill them if they were like them… ’ the poor woman asked herself.
As she looked up again the three boys on drugs had taken over the ghetto blaster and were now standing together with ‘superman’ on a table and singing some Rock songs.
‘What are they doing there? Sex, drugs and Rock ’n Roll? Just without the sex?’
The teens around the campfire stood up and cheered at the singing boys, after they got a hold of their smokes, too. Now they were thinking they were in a big concert and calling themselves the flower people, and the idiots on the table were the ‘Rolling Stones’, or something similar. They were sitting by the desk with a stupid grin, like the groupies of a superstar, their minds far, far away.
The rappers meanwhile tried to get the ghetto-blaster back from the cheering and constantly growing crowd, but a after a short fight they had to accept that there was no chance in the word to do so. Now they were forced to lay on the floor and listen to a very bad version of the Woodstock-concert, which nearly made their ears bleed and their brains melt out through their noses, and the others were sitting on their backs.
“Let me go!”
“Stop that, please!”
“Have mercy, I'll do everything you want!”
But all pleading, swearing and struggling was useless, they kept on using them as chairs.
“If you don’t move your ass now, I will kick you until you don’t remember your own name!” now one of them had gotten angry, very angry, and managed to throw the guy sitting on him down from his back, and again the two of them started fighting like mad.
“Make love, not war! Stop fighting! Peace, friends!” one of the hippies jelled at the fighting boys, not knowing what hell those sentences were about to bring over them all.
And hell came down almost instantly:
Suddenly by heard that the crazy friendship girl jumped onto a table and screamed at the top of her lungs:
“FRIENDS ARE THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN THE WORD! MAKE FRIENDS, NOT WAR! ALL YOU NEED ARE FRIENDS! FRIENDS ARE ALWAYS WELCOME EVERYWHERE! THEY MAKE YOU FEEL STRONG AND SAVE AND YOU CAN DO EVERYTHING IF YOU HAVE MANY OF THEM! YOU CAN LAUGH AND WHINE AND TALK WITH YOUR FRIENDS! YOU CAN PARTY WITH YOUR FRIENDS! GO OUT INTO THE WORLD, NOW IS THE RIGHT TIME! EVERYONE CAN MAKE NEW FRIENDS IF YOU REALLY TRY! GIVE THE ONE STANDING BESIDE YOU A BIG HUG AND YOU GOT A NEW FRIEND [or broken bones!] IF YOU DON’T…”
“If you don’t shut the fuck up, I'll send your useless ass to the shadow realm, damn bitch! And faster then you can say friendship!”
“You can’t do that to her, Marik!”
“WHAT? Why, Hikari-pretty? You can’t defend her, that is completely impossible! Do you have a fever, or do you feel sick? Headache? Stomachache? Tell me where it hurt! If you don’t feel all right, maybe I should take you to bed. You shouldn’t be here, or it will just getting worse. Don’t worry, it soon will be better, I just make you stay at home a few days, and it will be all over, don’t worry. I don’t let anything happen to you, Hikari-pretty. I’m here, all right, don’t worry…” Nervously he grabbled at the youth in his lap and rocked him back and forth in a shooting manner, until Malik gave him a teasingly slap at the back of his head. “Baka! I feel fine, I’m not ill or something, so stop acting like that! I just mean that the monsters there would just send her back, and ask you if you were nuts to sent them something like that! They wouldn’t even want to eat her! And besides that, they haven’t done anything nasty to you, so why do you want to punish them in such a cruel way?!”
Some giggling followed, and calls of acceptance for wanting to send her away.
‘Yes, please, I don’t care what that shadow thing is, just take her away as far as possible, and never let her come back, please.’ thought the teacher.
But that was not even the worst! The worst was…
TBC!
And that was it for now, the last part will follow soon…
And what have we learnt in this Chapter?
If Marik want to give you a gift…
RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!!!!
Well, what else can I say about that…. I really should stay away from scary movies…
And I‘m very glad that I‘m not the teacher of that hell/class…
[8] Hearts underwear? O_O Bakura?
At first I wanted to give them to Yami, but then I thought that he is maybe a little too serious to wear them, but I found it funny for Bakura. He got them as a funny gift from Ryou, so he didn’t complain… I still don’t know where I got the idea for Yamis boxers, I just wanted something funny, but not too much… ^_^’
[9] The dream of every scholar ^_^
[7] Wonder who made them…(Tip: Blonde and insane…)
In the last chapter there is less comedy and again more ‘romantic‘
Bakura will share one or two of his little fantasies with us, and Yami will take that as a challenge…
How will the poor teacher take that? Will she at last react in any way, or will she remain silence like the whole time and ignore all around her…
And what happen to Anzu, since she is save for the moment?
Read and you will know…
And there is blood. Much blood, I think. But it is from strangers, so don’t worry. Everyone has his own sense of romantic, and Mariks…. Well, he is crazy, so what do you expect from him? Simply flowers and candies?
And Bakura learns that Ryou don’t had endless patients.
This Chapter is a little less romantic and more on the funny side, but I hope you like it nonetheless.
Oh, and I added a few parts after I get it back form Yokai-Braut, who I want to thank for doing the Beta for me. All grammar-wrongs are originally and completely mine.
And with that said: Please enjoy:
The normal school-madness:
“BAKURA! What are you doing!? Are you crazy, or what is wrong in your head today?” hollered the younger one, as the thief suddenly changed direction and stormed towards the surprised teen. Without stopping, he grabbed him by the waist and threw him onto his shoulder, happily ignoring the yelp of the other one as well as the fists needlessly hammering on his back as he hang there upside down.
When the boy saw that this was no use, he stopped his struggling for the moment and tried to look at the object in his Dark's hand, which seemed to amuse him enough to almost fall down, unable to stop laughing. And he also didn’t see the point in all the running around. “Hey, Bakura” but he didn’t get an answer. “Bakura, what is that, and why are you running like a cat after catnip?” But the thief only laughed and ran in large circles again and again, ignoring all questions coming from his Hikari, as well as his threats and struggling to get free.
Malik was now also standing, like most of his classmates, at the window and watching the scene out there curiously. As he had calmed down little, Marik stepped up to his side, snickering from time to time, when Bakura nearly hit the ground with his struggling burden. Yami had managed to grab his shirt several times, but he didn’t get a good enough grip on the taller one, and so all he could do was trying again, hoping that Ryou slowed him down enough so he could catch up with him, instead of running after him like they where playing ‘catch me’. From time to time the former pharaoh swears and growl at him, but that didn’t do much. His only luck was that he was in his spirit form, so no one would see him running around only wearing his boxers… Or so he thought, not thinking about the fact that the other spirits could see him well. Well, that was a problem which could easily be solved. A trip to the shadow realm could be really healthy…
“Marik?” Malik asked his still laughing Yami after a while.
“Y… ye… Yes?” stuttered Marik, who would have fallen to the ground laughing if he hadn't been leaning against the back of his Hikari. “You know why Bakura is running around like this…?” “Yes.” “And you know what that thing over his head is?! He seems to be quite proud of stealing it…?” “Sure! You wanna know?” Marik laid an arm around Malik’s shoulders, as he pointed at the running thief, who was looking back over his shoulder again and again, as if someone was right behind him, swearing in Egypt, English and Japanese, as he gave his best not to drop his Hikari or his new 'banner'.
“This, my dear Malik, are the pants of our great, proud pharaoh Atemu!” and again he was rolling on the floor hollering in laughter.
“WHAT? How did he get it? Why doesn’t he wear it?”
“That is what you get when you let your clothes lie around on windowsills in public…”
“But why…” ’did he even take it off’… but then his eyes found Yugi, his face hidden in his arms with his head on the desk. But that did little to hide his very blushed cheeks. ’A little more, and he will set off the fire alarm’ Malik thought as he put two and two together.
So that was the reason why Bakura was running like hell. Sure the game-king would be very mad at him for interrupting his ‘game’ with his little light.
‘So good luck, you will need it, thief.’ thought the blond teen as he watched again, ‘just a shame that we all can’t see Yami’.
“Hey, don’t you want to risk a glance? It looks funny!” a voice came from the window.
“No, no, I’m fine, don’t worry!” Yugi shouted back to the blond a little tired, looking away with his blush.
Now Marik turned toward him too with a knowing smirk: “What’s wrong? Are your pants to tight?” At that Yugi turned redder and now both of the blond psychos were leaning on his desk, their eyes still on the laughing Bakura. “Don’t worry, I can understand it… After that show… Whose pants wouldn’t nearly burst at that…!” Marik said to an scared-looking Yugi, who’s eyes became wider and wider with every word, and his face turned red, very red.
“You… saw…” Yugi’s color changed form red to white and back to red in a matter of seconds. Again he hid his face in his arms. But Malik wouldn't let him, because suddenly Yugi felt his desk moving. The boy shoved the table away from under his head and forced him to sit up, to not fall face down to the ground. The blond shoved the table over to the window, so they could comfortably sit on it and watch in peace.
“All we need now is popcorn,” said Malik, and Yugi shook his head “What do you think you're doing? Watching TV?” “Of course!” Marik joined his Hikari to also sit on the desk beside him. “It’s wrestling! Well, it will be, if Yami ever manages to catch him.” “No, then it will become a crime-thriller. Cause he will murder him. Coldhearted and without a second thought” Yugi gave up staring at them, since they ignored it anyway and wouldn’t give him back his desk, and instead sat down on the other side of Malik, also a little curious about what might happen next. ‘Just a few moments ago I nearly excused myself to the bathrooms with him and now….’ He also watched his lover, and he couldn’t help but smile at the view. Marik was right, he looked a bit funny in his black silk boxers, running around in the daylight. They were black, but with silvery prints on it. On his backside he had two hand imprints on them, making it look like they where foundling his ass. And the front side told them he was a ‘Bad boy’. . ‘Just good that he wear some today…’
“You should have seen Bakura’s grin when he saw Yami standing there in nothing but his boxers… You were nearly able to see the cogs turning in his head, and what the conclusion will be! And you gave him such a great chance, he didn’t even try too hard to hide himself!” Marik spoke up again. “Wait! You saw him coming and didn’t stop him?” “Why should I? If Yugi hadn't been so busy drooling at the pharaoh, and the class hadn't been so busy with laughing at his red face, and the pharaoh hadn't been so busy with trying to kill the teacher with his glaring… Maybe one off you all would have seen him coming.” But he didn’t look like he was too unhappy about Bakura having managed to reach his goal, even if he himself would have done it a little more...discreetly. Even if this was very unlike him. Or at least, he would have been discreet until he hid the clothes and Yami had to search for it. Maybe in the girls-toilet or their locker room…
“That is too funny, really! ’Snatch’ and it was ’bye-bye pants’…. And the ’great pharaoh’ jumped out through the window to run after Bakura at top speed…” And again Marik was cut off by his own laughter, and he had to hold onto Malik again to not kiss the ground.
“If Bakura had waited just a few more minutes, Yami would have taken off his boxers too!” Now all eyes were on Marik, as Malik asked:” YOU were waiting for that, right?” “Sure, that would give us good material to tease him with, but that thief is too impatient. And I couldn’t find a way to get there without being seen to steal the clothes myself. It was real luck, that he had the same idea!”
Marik obviously enjoyed the whole, embarrassing situation. “But before he took the boxers off, the teacher stopped us in time.” Yugi said relieved. “Do you really think that would stop him? The man has no shame!” Now Malik stood behind his own Yami with a book over his head and an evil grin on his face. He hit him several times over the head, not enough to really hurt him, but hard enough he could feel it even with all that hair standing up in the way. “And you are the one to talk about such things, right?!” “But Hikari-pretty!” said Marik, and Malik blushed slightly at that, waking Yugi’s interest, “You didn’t complain about that yesterday as we…mpfhhhh…” Malik’s hand over his mouth stopped him from saying more. Yugi was grateful for that, he didn’t think he really wanted to know what they did. ‘Hikari-pretty?’ and Malik was blushing like mad? That certainly was something you didn’t get to see every day.
“But I still can’t believe that you really let him do this! Haven’t thought that you have that in you, squirt.” “What do you mean?” asked Yugi unappreciative, “What harm could he do, he was just taking off his clothes after all.” ’And there are a lot of worse things I can think of, but not many better things, of cause beside of…’ thought Yugi by himself, without looking the others in the eyes. Not with such thoughts in his head. But from the corner he could see the knowing, sly smirks of the two blondes, which he tried to ignore as best as he can.
“And you really believe he would have stopped by just getting ride of his own clothes?^”
“Sure. What else could he do?”
“You’re kidding me, right? Don’t tell me you where about to getting laid from your pharaoh in front of the whole class and don’t even noticed it!” Marik was once again rolling on the floor as Yugi reached a nearly unhealthy shade of red. “Yami would never do that!” he murmured a little halfhearted.
“Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that, shrimp. But remember, where had he had his hands while the teacher was yelling at you?! What had your dear pharaoh done to you then?” “You like spying at other peoples, do you?” said Yugi in hope to turn the attention of the other to another theme “What do you want, he’s a pervert!” joined Malik their conversation. “That was not nice to say, Hikari-Pretty!” “But it is true! You had always spied at me when I was under the shower or chancing clothes!” “Hey, you can’t blame me for that! Such chances are far too tempting and rare to let them pass by unused!” “You did it even before we where together! You! Are! Pervert!” "We where always together!" ""As a couple, I mean! You psycho!" "And how would you know that? And how could you say that anyway! That is long over, and you don’t have any prove." "You mean, beside that I have good ears? I heard you sometimes ‘whispering'. Things like 'Come on, turn around for me' or 'Let me see all off you' and god know what else that i gladly didn’t hear!" "Well, you never stopped me!" "I always checked the room and kicked you out before I actually did something! Why do you think I always looked under my bed?!" "There was a monster hidden under it?" "The only monster there was you!" “That’s your own fault! You’re too alluring, why in the word should I not spy! Am I crazy?” “Do you really want an answer?” Malik shook his head.
"Well, I'm just glad I don’t get all that creepy gifts anymore"
"Creepy gifts? What kind of? Don’t you like getting romantic little gifts out of affection and love?" asked Yugi innocently, even if he wasn’t sure if he wouldn’t regret it later. 'After all, how bad could it be?' He earned a snore from Malik and a wide grin from Marik, who looked with interest at his Hikari: "Yes, don’t you like my gifts? It was pretty funny to get them for you, Hikari-pretty!"
"Only you sick psycho would call that 'funny'!" Yugi wasn’t sure now if he even wanted to know more, but it was now too late.
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[Before you read the next part I have to warn you!: As I wrote this, I had a picture of Marik in my head from his duel with Yami. If you don’t want to know what such a psycho give as a gift to win a heart, you better skip the next paragraph. There will be blood! Lots of it! And the dead of innocent peoples who had the bad luck to cross Mariks way at the wrong time.(No, I don’t need help from a doctor, thanks for asking, I‘m perfectly fine and sane…. I hope ^_^ )]
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"You know, police handcuffs 'may' be okay, but not if the hands of a criminal where still on them like a macabre decoration. And candies sure don’t look or taste any better when you decorate them with eyes! And dead animals are only on Halloween a good decoration, when they are made in plastic. And you can’t just walk around and lay real hearts on innocent peoples pillows! I have to sleep on that, I don’t want blood all over it! And they weren’t even the worst of all!" Malik now hissed as he got more and more worked up about it.
"Do you have any idea how disturbing and... disgusting it could be if you wake up in the morning and the first thing you see is a bloody head on your nightstand? With also death snakes, rats or bird spiders looking out of their ears or eyes? On a silver plate, floating in fresh, warm blood? That was certainly NOT funny! Or romantic!” “But I really needed a good package for that jewels I gave you! And that heads where better than any jewelry box. And beside that, they don’t needed their brains anyway. Not a big loss for the word. At last they did once in their live something useful!
AND! I also made a nice little bow around each of them, just for you, my love!”
“THAT BOWS WHERE MADE WITH THEIR OWN GUTS!”
Now Yugi turned from snow white to green. He really regretted that he had asked. ’ I’m so glad that Yami just asked me out for a surprise, sat me in a boat full of red roses and told me under the full moon in the middle of the lake that he love me, and that he would be happy and proud if I want to be his partner for more than just games…’ Yugi was brought out of his peaceful (and bloodless) thoughts as he heard Marik asking a question: “But I still don’t get it how you found out that it was me how gave you all that pretty stuff!? It should be a surprise that it was me, and you just spoiled it…” “Maybe it was the card I found always there: ’Your secret admirer’ written with blood. Or maybe because you sat always at such days on the breakfast table with blood on your hands, face, hair or clothes?” suggested the saner blonde dryly “Or maybe just because I found you often around my door in the morning with a smirk and you asking me for help with that tent in your pants…” “I thank Ra every day for making keyholes.” “You were really obvious, even without your comments like ’I hate bathing alone, would you join me’ or ’my bed is too hard, can I sleep on you’ our your all-time favorite: ’The bread is old, can I smear this on you instead’.” “Yeah, and I also promised you every time that I wouldn’t bite you too hard. And I kept that promise, right?”
Yugi didn’t know if he should faint or throw up after hearing all of this. ’Way too much information. I think now I need to see a psychiatrist… ’
“You know, Marik, sometimes I really wonder why I go out with you instead of getting a restraining order against you like I should after getting such ’romantic’ gifts.”
“Hey, I gave you flowers and pets as well. And they where much better than those boring red weeds Yami told me about, or that small, ’fluffy’ bunny Bakura decided to steal for his light. They told me it would work with that stuff, I just had to try, like they did.”
“But I highly doubt that they meant meat-eating flowers and piranhas!”
“But they are so much funnier. And when your Venus flytrap grow a bit bigger, we can feed it with that barking dog.”
“NO, we don’t feed Joey to a plant, you sick psycho!”
“Well, actually I meant the mongrel of our neighbor, but I like your idea a lot more.”
“Okay, I hate to crush your dreams, Marik, but it will never grow that big. A Venus flytrap will always eat just midges and flies, noting, and I mean noting bigger than that.”
“WHAT? But I wanted to watch it eat Yami, and when we don’t need him any longer, Bakura too! Are you sure, Hikari-pretty?”
Malik just shook his head: “You are hopeless. And an idiot to believe something like that!”
“I’m not an idiot! And when we use a little shadow magic? Then we can make it bigger and feed it with peoples!”
“NO, we SURE don’t turn my plant into a monster that destroyed the whole town, just so you can have your fun with it! I like it like it is, and when you touch it, I feed that damn thing with you!”
“That is not fair! I want, I want, I want to do that!”
“Yeah, sure you will! No fucking chance!”
“You‘re no fun!“
“Cry me a river, manic!“
“Just wait, Hikari pretty, I make you regret that!”
Yugi ignored the breathless giggles and laughing from the younger blond as Marik tickled him into submission, and let his thoughts wander back that few minutes which felt like hours to him, as he remembered Marik’s earlier question to keep his mind of off heads and guts in the early morning.
‘Remember where had he had his hands…’
He nearly could feel those elegant fingers again wander lightly over his skin, and he briefly wondered why his teacher didn’t noticed the movement under his shirt as she still kept on yelling at him. Yami didn’t seems to mind her anymore as he stopped glaring at her, as one of his hands found its way back into his pants to hold him tightly and stroke him slow and firm. It felt that great that he had a hard time to keep a straight face and pretend to look only at the women, even if his vision was hazily and he bit his lips to keep himself from moaning out loud. By all that great sensations he forgot about the other hand, until it sneaked in the back of his pants and boxers, and he nearly jumped up as a finger wiggles and popped its way there…”
“RA-DAMMED! YAMI, THAT’S NOT FAIR!!!” screamed Yugi and waved his hands around his head as if this thoughts are flies flying around him.
While Yugi had his little flashback, the two Psychos are gone from tickling to kissing, but both where looking up at him by his sudden scream.
Malik padded comfortingly Yugis shoulder to calm the blushing teen down a little, while his Yami was (once again) laughing his ass of on the floor.
“Poor Yugi… I know exactly how hard life can be with a horny Yami.”
“Hard… hard… that’s… the right word, Hikari… pretty…” Marik struggled to say between giggles and chuckles. Both of the Hikaris glared at him, what he happily ignored as he rolled around.
“Yami would never do this, he was just bored and teasing me!!!!”
“Yeah, keep telling yourself that, shrimp. But I know that look he had in his eyes.” teased Marik merciless. “And you would have watched us the whole time, right?” ”Sure, what else? There is noting else as nearly as interesting to do around here. I was just waiting to see your face when you finally realize that he is serious about the whole crap!”
“Stop teasing Yugi, you pervert!” came Malik to his help.
“But Hikari-pretty, it is funny!”
“No, its not. Stop being always so mean to my friends, I try to convince them that you’re not crazy. At last not all the time… And stop calling me that!”
“Well, whatever, that is a good idea the pharaoh had there, don’t you think so, too… my desert beauty?“
“Again: Stop calling me that! And I wonder somehow why you never had that idea..”
“Mostly because you have the Millenium Rod, and stopped me always before I could even made a move!”
“Ahhh, yes, that was it why! I know you too well…”
Yugi was still talking to himself, murmuring “Yami would never go that far with all the peoples around, he was just kidding…” but he didn’t sounded very sure now.
“And? Care to tell me now what all that running is about?” Ryou asked annoyed as he made a pause from fighting against the hold of his darker half again, and Bakura paused in his laughing and yelling, but not in his running. “The baka pharaoh is chasing me!” “Really? Then hopefully he catches you and hits you and sends you to the shadow realm for all you picking on him and always embarrassing me like that!” “But Hikari!” protested Bakura, “How can you say that! You are supposed to be sweet and fluffy!” “And you are supposed to be in your soul room. So what is your point?”
“And I’m not fluffy” he yelled, as he registered that again Bakura had called him that, even if he know very well how much he disliked this, especially when others can hear it as well. ’For what does he takes me? His personal stuffed animal?’ “No, sure you are not! You are not a single bit sweet and fluffy and soft. Just your hair is soft, your skin is soft, your eyes are soft, your voice is soft, your heart is soft…“ counted the thief out with a hug grin on his face, while he let one of his hands wander over the ass of his poor victim. But said victim kept on with his struggling and swearing and hit with his fist aimless around. While doing that, he failed to notice that he was roughly rubbing against the shoulder he was hanging over, and Bakura‘s grin grow bigger and a lot slyer then before: “But then again, you‘re right, my sweet, fluffy Hikari! There you are sure not soft! Lucky me, I can think of a lot of funny things we can do with that not-so-soft part of you.“ “BAKURA! How could you… Let me down, or you will sleep at the sofa until the end of time!“
But the thief didn’t answer and kept running past the window for the umpteenth time where he spotted Marik waving at him, and so he waved back. “Hey, psycho, look what I found!” “You didn’t find it, you stole it! And now give it back, or I'll kill you! Slowly and painfully, baka tomb robber!” he heard from somewhere behind him, but he didn’t even think about it. “No chance, pharaoh!” but before he could say any more, Ryou choose this moment to try and struggle free again, nearly off-balancing the white haired thief. “HEY! Stop that, or I drop you! Why can’t you stay still and enjoy the ride?” “Because it is embarrassing, and I don’t want to, and the teacher will be angry at me for leaving the class, and it is embarrassing, and the blood is running and pooling in my head, and it is embarrassing, and you are stupid! And did I mention that it is embarrassing? And now let me down!!! Everyone is staring at us! Stop that! Now!” But instead of doing so, he just tightened his grip on the smaller one to keep him in place over his shoulder with one hand, with the other still waving the black thing around, as he asked with a wide grin: “I should stop them staring at you? Sure, I also don’t like that, they have to keep their eyes where they belong, or they loose them. So, want me to simply kill them, or should I send them to the shadow realm…” But Ryou let him know that that was not what he had meant, as the tomb robber ignored his threats and from time to time he cursed at Yami behind him or grinned proudly at the teens by the windows watching him. “Please, Bakura, stop that! Yami will kill you if he gets your ass.”
“That’s right, just listen to your light! I'll stab you! Then I'm going to hang you down from a very high tree, quarter you, let Anzu tell you a long, long, LONG story about friendship, drown you in a mud pit, set you on fire, make you explode, cut your empty head off, strangle you with your own hair, tie you up on a train-rail, let you fall out off an airplane, feed you to Kaiba‘s dragons, beat you to death,… AND THEN I’LL KILL YOU!!!”
//Uhmmmm…Yami?…// Yugi hesitated, as he sat there on his table by the window and heard the darker one yelling, // Shouldn’t he be dead after you do just one of those things to him? How can you kill him after doing all of that to him?//
/I don’t care! I just do it! By the way, this is all your fault, Yugi, you know that?! I told you to let us go somewhere else!/ Yami suddenly thought through their mind link, startling Yugi for a moment, before he could answer. //And I told you to wait a little! Just be glad, because if the teacher hadn’t put a stop at that, you wouldn't even wear those boxers of yours!//
“Again I ask you, Bakura! What is this black thing! I want to know why I get detention for running and trying to stop you, to get your ass out of trouble, not that you deserved it, but anyway…” “Oh, its just the pants of our dear Yami,” Bakura told him with a sly grin, which he couldn’t see, but it was easy to hear in his voice, while Ryou was staring in disbelieve at the black cloth. ”Please tell me you were at the game shop to get that…” “Nope… Where would the fun be at raiding his wardrobe when only the old man is at home?” “Do I want to know, where…?” “I just snatched it from the windowsill in the twerps class, since Yami decided he didn’t want to wear them any longer… I think he thought that his Hikari found that more interesting than hearing what the teacher says… And judging by his looks…” “But why don’t you give them back now? You've had your fun, now it's enough. Don’t you feel like a fool? Come on, let me down! Bakura!” Ryou asked in a pleading voice, since pouting and puppy-dog-eyes were out of the question. What use were they, if the other couldn’t see them, after all! “No, I never give back what I’m stealing, my fluffy little Hikari.” and he patted and stroked the younger ones ass (again).
After a side glance to the still smirking Marik, Yugi spoke up again in Yami’s mind, teasingly: //Oh, and by the way, I shall tell you from Marik that he enjoyed your little show very much! You should demand access…// Yugi couldn’t suppress the raising laughter as he saw the former pharaoh nearly stumbling and kissing the ground, Malik looked from Yami, who looked at Yugi with wide eyes, to Yugi himself.
“What did you tell him?” the blond asked curious and Yugi told them. “Yes, just sad that we didn’t have a camera, the pictures would be great for blackmail.” “Yes, you shouldn’t have send it to the shadow realm.” “But Malik, Hikari pretty, my desert beauty, I swear to Ra, it tried to steal my soul! You just have to believe me!” “Yes, and the microwave, the toaster, the school bus last week and the seven cars this week…- And how many people, Marik?” “They were all idiots, no need to cry about them..” the crazier of the two cut in. “But they all tried to steal your soul?” “Sure! I swear it was like I said!” “Sure, and what do you think they wanted to do with that useless, black thing?” “Awww, you are mean, you know that!” And he laid an arm around the teen firmly and began to nuzzle his neck. Blushing Malik let him have his way for now, as he buried his face in soft golden hair and purred quietly: “Hmmm, you smell good, you know that? And there you think I can take my hands from you? You like to torture me, do you?” And he gave him more and more hungry kisses and bites along his neck and shoulders, his hands slowly wandering over chest, tummy and thighs. “MARIK! Didn’t I tell you not to do this in school?!” “But Hikari-pretty, you taste so good, I can’t get enough of you!” and he bit down once more, a little harder to leave a mark on the dark skin, as he refused to let go of the other. But the saner one struggled out of Marik’s grip and slapped his hands playfully, as he reached out for him once more. “Don’t touch, just look! And I‘m not your breakfast!” “But Hikari-pretty, that’s not fair!” “Who said that life was fair! You would never stop at just kissing. You always want more! YOU shouldn’t talk about others know no shame, or decency and morals! I wonder that you even know what that words means!” and Malik sat down on the table again, happy that he had the last word for once, as his Yami got lost to do god know what damage somewhere else for the moment, as none of both the Hikaris looked at him.
“I’m a respectable guy!” he called back over his shoulder, as no one tried to stop him.
“Really? Since when?”
“If I where not, you would lay on that table and scream my name!”
“MARIK! You‘re a pervert, and there is no way you can’t deny that!”
“But I’m right! If I weren’t respectable, you would scream yourself hoarsely with my name since long. But if you don’t want me, then I go!”
“Fine, have fun, get lost, and don’t let the door hit your back!”
“I’m going!”
“Yes, fine!”
“I’m going now!”
“Yes, have fun!”
“I said, I’m going now! And I mean it!”
“I heard you, I don’t mind!”
“Honestly, now I’m leaving!”
“THEN GET LOST ALREADY!”
“Uhm.. Malik? Do you really think it is safe to let Marik run around all alone?” The blond beside him looked up startled, but then just shook his head: “He really is old enough to take care of himself.” ‘Truth be told, I’m more worried about the rest of the word.’ thought Yugi nervous.
Suddenly Malik’s head jerked up startled and ripped the other teen out of his own thoughts.
“Shit! The world is coming to an end! Armageddon approaching”
“What? Malik, what’s wrong?” asked Yugi more then just a bit worried.
“I asked Marik was he is doing,” answered the pale teen ”and he said he gives our classmates gifts! As apologies for always playing pranks on them! MARIK! GIFTS!”
“Okay, who shall I call? The police, the fire department, the emergency ambulance, the navy, the army, the NASA, national guard, FBI, CIA… Will a psychiatrist help?”
For a moment Malik seems to really think about it, but then told the other Hikari: “No, a psychiatrist would not be a help, the last one is still not allowed to eat alone with a spoon.”
“What did he do? Mind crush him? And why was he even there” Again did Yugi the same mistake as before: he asked.
“My sister sent him to that doctor after she saw all the ’gifts’ he gave me. And he didn’t mind crushed him, he actually was in a good mood that day, because that day I agreed to be his boyfriend (even if I sometimes wonder why), so he just did what that psychiatrist wanted him to do. Looking at pictures, telling about his hobbies, such things. After that, the man was sent to his own nuthouse after they found him running through the street talking about the end of all days, and that the devil is walking on earth. He know it because he talked with him, tall, spiky blond hair, creepy, insane… Now guess who he meant…. They think he will never recover properly… Hmmm, maybe I shouldn’t have talked about gifts, and give him some bad ideas….”
Malik shrugged with his shoulders: By second thought, Marik was gone, so he was someone else headache for the moment. There was nothing they could do against him for the moment anyway. Why getting upset about it, everyone should know that gifts from that psycho could be… risky and are to handle with great care, you never know what he was up to. All they could do was hopping that no one would actually die, or at last travel to the shadow realm…
After steadying himself again before he actually could fall; the former pharaoh cursed out loudly. He couldn’t believe it, Marik had watched them the whole time! ‘I bet he only waited to get a chance to play a prank or something, as always!’ Yami thought angrily. ‘First I kill Bakura. Then I kill Marik, and maybe his crazy Hikari too, just for good measure. Than I mind crush the teacher and burn the school down. Yes, that sounds like a good plan. This way everyone will be happy: Ryou won’t have to deal with that stupid, incompetent baka tomb robber any longer, and Yugi won’t have to go to school anymore and waste his precious time. And nobody would miss the two psychos, right?’
“Honestly, give me my pants back, baka tomb robber, or you’ll not see the another sunrise in this live!” Yami then cursed loud to the grinning thief. “Why, don’t you like running around like that? Don’t you get enough pats on your ass from your Hikari so you wear those pictures on them? Or did he touch you with dirty hands and leave them there? You look funny with those boxers! ” Ryou tugged a little on the hem of Bakura’s own pants to peer inside. What he saw made him grin: “You mean as funny as your own boxers? You wear the white ones with the red little hearts on, in case you forgot!” Before the thief could do anything but blush, he heard a snicker from behind. [8] “HEARTS? The great king of thieves wears hearts? How sweeeet…..” Yami teased him mercilessly. “Shut up, pharaoh! They were a gift from my fluffy Ryou, so don’t dare to say anything against them!” “I’m not fluffy!” but Ryou was ignored by the two Yamis. //Hey, why is Bakura suddenly that red? Is he out of breath already? // came the wondering voice from his Hikari through their mind link. /Ryou said that Bakura wears Boxers with red little hearts on it. Isn’t that sweeeeet?/
//BAKURA? OUR THIEF KING BAKURA?//
Yami could see as he passed the window, that his Hikari would fall from the table laughing, if Malik hadn't been holding him by the back of his shirt, holding him on the desk, as Yugi told him what he had just get heard.
“Oh, that reminds me. Ryou, didn’t you say earlier I should act more mature, and I should take Yami as an example?”
“Yes??” came the answer from the still trapped boy. Ryou hesitated, that didn't sound like a random question, there was more to follow, no doubt. “So do you mean I should also run around without pants on? Do you want me to take off all my clothes? Or never wear any? Not a big problem, you know? For you…” and he smiled dirtily at the red-faced Albino.
“I don’t want to be an example! They are boring and never have fun!” Yami hollered to them, before Ryou could say something in return. “Do it like me!” called Marik out through a window (not the same as Malik and Yugi are!). “Be a bad example!” “And corrupt my innocent Hikari? No fucking way! And beside that, there is no way, you can ever be as great as me, thief!” he hollered first at Marik and then at Bakura angrily. “Yeah, it’s impossible to be as short as you and your dimwit!” “I have enough of you, baka thief, now stop that and give me back what is mine! Or I tell everyone what kind of boxers you wear, you useless weirdo!” Yami tried it with blackmail this time, as swearing and threading was for no use.
“You idiot! By the look of Malik and your dimwit you already told them! I make you pay dearly for that, so prepare yourself for an early end!”
As Yami also looked to said teens, he saw them both holding their stomachs and laughing and snickering, while they pointed to the white haired tomb robber. Marik was nowhere to be seen, but if Malik knew, then sure as hell he already told his insane lover, too.
“Isn’t he overreacting a bit?” Malik asked casually, ignoring his darker half's absence as they calmed down from their laughing little by little, with a look outside, where Bakura was still running, panting heavier now, with his Hikari on his shoulder. “Maybe, but he hates it when someone touches what belongs to him.”
“Really?” Malik turned to Yugi and poked him a little in the side.
“So, now he will try to kill me, too?” “NO, cause I’m here to safe you!!!!!!!” hollered Marik happily, suddenly appearing behind them and making them nearly jump out of their skin, before he laid his arms around his saner part's waist possessively and pulled him over into his lap.” and I wouldn't let anything happen to you, you know that, Hikari-pretty.” “Hey, Marik, back again? What have you done? And how many peoples are death?” “Nothing, why do you think I have done something? Or that someone has to die when I‘m bored?”
And again he started to fondle and tickle him, making the blond shudder and squirm in his arms, but this time he didn’t get a chance to break free, as Marik claimed his lips passionately, not caring where they were and who could see them. “Oh, and besides, I have a little present for you, Hikari-pretty.” said Marik, as they parted for air, and Malik gave him a skeptical look.
Did he even want to know what it was?
Knowing he had a… strange… notion of presents…
With a manic grin his Yami shoved something into his hands, watching his reaction expectantly.
After a closer look he identified it as the shattered pieces of the smoke alarm. “You said, you want to never again hear that sound of it in your life. Well, it is dead now! It will never make a sound again.” Malik stared at the ’gift’ for a while. ’Never let him out of sight, or something will be broken or killed. You could bet on it. Well, somehow he was right, in his own, insane way: I will never hear it again…!’
Yami really hated this day from the bottom of his heart! Or Mondays in general!
/First, Yugi doesn't want to play with me! Then, just when I have him where I wanted him, the stupid teacher interrupts us with her screaming and yelling. Then, just when she is about to leave him alone, that baka thief steals my clothes. I swear by Ra, next time I just walk into the class, grab my Yugi and walk out!/
// I heard that, Yami. Like hell you will do that!//
/Sure I will! And the others can go straight to hell for all I care!/ Yami shouted back, as he came closer and closer to Bakura, who slowed down because Ryou kept on swearing at him and hitting and tossing around with all fours.
And that was all it took.
Yami saw his chance to get back what was his when Ryou effectively knocked them down!
Gladly Bakura somehow managed to turn his body and slide Ryou down in his arms so he didn’t get hurt by making acquaintance with the hard ground.
The former pharaoh stopped to catch his breath as he saw that there was no need to rush, since Ryou was already dealing with the tomb robber.
Meaning, he was sitting on Bakura’s chest and hitting him with his little fists, not that Bakura minded. Ryou wasn’t strong enough to hurt him, and most of the blows didn’t even hit him. And all the while the smaller teen was yelling at him with an anger-red face; how stupid he was, how embarrassing this all was, and that he was going to sleep at the couch for the rest of his live…The thief just laid there at the ground and stared up at his hikari dumb folded. ‘I wonder who the hell has taught my poor little fluffy Ryou that many bad, naughty words? If I get a hold on that fucking bastard, I kick his Ra-damned ass into the next millennia before I feed his shitty heart to the next damn monster I see.’
Joey and Honda were just looking at each other.
Then at the anarchy around them.
Then at each other again.
How can the sedate temper of the class change in a matter of seconds into… that!?
Yami ran around in his boxers because Bakura had stolen his pants before he dragged Ryou around, who wanted to seriously kill his Darkness now. Marik could see an invisible Yami and apparently his Hikari could see it, too. Marik was flirting sweetly and Malik was blushing several shades, and Yugi seemed to have a hot daydream in school and had been sighing and moaning for all to hear. The rest of the class was hiding somewhere, laughing, screaming or causing havoc. The teacher sat in her chair shocked and stared into the air, tears slowly running down her cheeks.
“Joey…?”
“Yes…?”
&# 8220;I think we are in a nut house!”
“Yes, better if we go home, or they'll infect us with whatever they have, too.”
And so they put their belongings together, said ‘Good-bye’ to the crying teacher and went home…
Yami meanwhile could hardly suppress the urge to laugh out loud as he strolled over to Ryou and his captive. Who had thought that the normally calm and polite Ryou could get that loud, and that he knew so many dirty words. Such dirty words he called Bakura now, the former pharaoh thought gleefully, as he picked up his pants and put them back on without any sign of haste. Then he calmly went away, and Yugi wondered where he was going now from his seat on the table. He had thought for sure that he would try to kill the thief immediately, but no. He just looked at them and left?
//Yami? Are you all right?//
/Sure, just wait a minute…/
Eventually Bakura had enough of his yelling Hikari, so he grasped the boy by his shoulders and flipped them over so that he was straddling the smaller one's waist now as he pinned the surprised teen down. He merrily ignored the shocked yelp he got at the sudden change of position and kissed him passionately for all he was worth. It didn’t need long, and Ryou was kissing back the same way, his anger forgetting for now. But just for the moment, until the thief would think of the next stupid action and Ryou would remember then... But for the moment he was too busy kissing the life out of Bakura to think of anything else… Both teen and thief ignored the catcalls and whistles coming from the windows, as more and more students ignored their teachers for the show outside the window. Needless to say that the teachers by now were furious at the couple for hampering their lessons… But the two were in their own world, and none of the outside world existed for them, as they stroked and patted and fondled each other as if it were the first time they touched each other.
Yami came back after a while, now for everyone to look. And they did look, with Yami only wearing his tight, black leather pants and a light sheen of sweat on his chest. Even more whistles could be heard. Over his head he held a huge bucked full with cool water. He gave the two blonds and his lover at the window a wicked grin to make sure they were watching, before he turned around to the oblivious albinos. They didn’t even flinch as he stepped up to them, and he emptied the bucked over them. Well, at Bakura mostly, since he was shielding the smaller one from most of it. “I deal with you later, baka tomb robber, I have a more important thing to do right now. Enjoy the time you have left and be glad about it, it’s your last day!”
Yami wasn’t upset about the fact that Bakura got the most of the water, he didn’t want to do something mean to Ryou anyway, because he was alright, and he was also punished enough with his stupid darker half.
But before the tomb robber could yell more than an angry ‘Awww, that’s cold, damn it!’ at him in his surprise, Yami made a quick dash to the window and was about to jump back in where his Aibou was waiting, while he just wanted to grab both his clothes and his lover and continue where they had stopped, somewhere not far away, but where they could be alone, this time. He could see that neither Bakura nor his Hikari cared much about being soaked to their skin, as they continued to kiss each other senseless. He wasn’t even sure if they were even really aware of it. Not that he cared, he just noticed it, as he looked back at the lack of shooting from the thief, so he didn’t hurry too much to get inside, where the maniacs were already waiting for him with big grins plastered on their faces.
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It certainly took time, but eventually the teacher looked up, just in time to see the blond and the brunette boy left the class without telling her. Now she took a closer look at the room and immediately regretted it. ‘Please, someone tell me that this is just a dream. A weird, terrible, scary nightmare, and I can wake up now.’ She pinched her arm quite hard to see if she could wake up from the horror in front of her. But she sadly discovered now that this, in fact, was real. ‘Then I must be dead and in hell, there is no other way this can all be true…’
Behind her, in a corner, sat that annoying brunette who always ranted about friendship to no end. She had her hands around her knees and rocked back and for, talking to herself: “I want my Yami Not fair I want my Yami I want my Yami I want I want I want He’s mine friendship is fine Yami is fine love Yami love friendship friendship Yami Yami friendship Need Yami need friendship is important my Yami my love my Friends want them want friends want Yami where are they were are friends need to make friends friendship hold us together need more friends friendship give us the force to do what we want like friends like Yami need to make more friends friendship is all friendship make the word go round want my friends must tell them must tell everyone friendship important friendship is all I need Yami is all I need Yami friendship friendship Yami…..”
‘Uhhhhh… all right… (should I call a doctor?). Yeah, whatever, so much for that girl.’ thought the nameless teacher. Sadly, she was not the only one gone over the deep end.
There was a blond girl running away from a boy with really big, shiny scissors, he called “Hair! I want your hair! Don’t worry I take it along with your head, you don’t have to cut it. Stand still, it won’t hurt for long. I just want your hair! Why are you running away?…”
A few cheerleaders were screaming, because someone had set their long flowing hair on fire. And tried to quench the fire for them. Sadly they did it with alcohol. “HEEELLLLPPPPP!!!!!!”
In the middle of the class was a campfire made out of some chemistry- and math-books happily crackling in them. Around it were several teens sitting and holding hands, while they sang ‘Kumbayah my lord’ and ‘Guantanamera’ and ‘This Land is your Land’, happily throwing more books into the fire and watching them burn. [9]
For a moment the teacher frowned: There was something wrong with that picture, and after a moment she registered, what it was: There was a fire burning in the class, but no fire alarm was heard. She looked up, but instead of the smoke detector she saw a hole in the ceiling with wires coming out of it. Well, that explained it quite well…
On the other side of the room, some guy had his ghetto blaster plugged in, and was now standing with his two friends dancing on the table and singing loudly to ‘Eminem’ and ‘50 Cent’. Two girls and a boy were fighting over the question, who could stay on the highest hutch in the room, and tried to shove each other two down.
Two guys had found the knives they used to cut open the frogs in biology, and after painting circles on the wall, they played ‘Dart’ or ‘knife-throwing’ with them. But they didn’t have a good aim, or they did it on purpose, because most of the tiny knives went towards that still ranting girl in the corner. Not that someone minded, it was simply kind of weird.
A blond girl was playing ‘blind man’s buff’ and nearly fell out of the window, as her friends shoved her that way.
One of the rappers and one of the boys by the fire were now getting into an argument, and after a moment they started rolling on the floor and hitting each other, while more boys gathered around them and made bets at who will win the fight. Their stake was a hand of gummy bears, and they were yelling and screaming at them.
Suddenly something on the wall caught her eye: Someone had painted, very colorfully: I will take over the world! Be aware! or Bakura wears hearts! or Pharaoh, go home! or I rule the world! Bow down before me! or Friendship sucks! along with a few skulls and crossbones and other scary pictures. [7]
And where did the rats and snakes come from? A few of the teens were standing on their tables, screaming and waving their hands around. That was until a boy got himself a broom and swept the animals into the campfire. It was a good thing they didn’t move because they were made out of rubber, so no one protested at the rough treatment…Or called ‘Greenpeace’…
A loud crack was heard, and two of the tables broke down under the weight of several teens, jumping up and down on them, looking who could break his desk at first, or with the loudest crack. And with this the campfire grew bigger and bigger by the minute.
“Hey, I have I great idea. Let us look if Anzu burns as good as the snakes. She is, after all, also an ugly critter.”
“Yeah!! Burn, Anzu, burn!
“NO! You can’t set her aflame! We need her to teach us about friendship!”
“FRIENDSHIP! FRIENDSHIP! I WANT TO MAKE NEW FRIENDS, WHERE ARE MY FRIENDS! FRIENDSHIP IS GREAT!” the crazy brunette screamed, the two insane worshipers of her doing the same. But in a matter of seconds the followers where duct-taped to a chair, so they almost looked like mummies. Brown mummies, but who cares…
‘Now all that's missing is them taping them to the blackboard’ thought the teacher sarcastically, as the teens did exactly that, as if reading her every thought. They taped the ‘friendship-worshipers’, among the loud cheering and whooping of their friends, up, with their heads upside down. Out of nowhere they suddenly had water bombs and the poor woman could only hope that they actually filled it with water, not with some chemicals they had found on the floor. Because someone had earlier broken the closet they were kept in open and threw them out to have something to hide in. For once luck was with her: Even if it wasn’t water, it was just paint. And the pattern they formed on the wall and the two teens was actually a nice one. It looked a little like one of those modern-art paintings you often could find in the museum.
To her big surprise, she saw three boys sitting at their own table, calm and quiet, even if they stared into the air with wide eyes, like (somewhat) normal people. They didn’t sing, dance, scream or try to kill someone.
But suddenly all three of them jumped up from their chairs and ran into the wall.
They shook their heads, took several steps back… and did it again!
…and again
…and again
6 or 7 teens observed that, and she heard one of them saying ”I bet they smoked something wrong.” “Let me try!” said another, and she couldn’t see what he was doing, he stood with his back to her, and that, perhaps, was better for her anyway. She didn’t want to know or have anything to do with what happened here… After a few moments the teen also stepped onto a table and waved his arms “I’m Superman, and I’m flying to the moon to find the pink bunnies!” and he jumped from the table and made a perfect belly-flop, the others laughing.
The other three were still running into the wall, laughing stupidly and saying something about yellow mice, pink elephants or blue cats, who were chasing them or sitting next and talking to them.
In a corner of the class were 7 girls sitting on the floor, giggling… in a scary and not quite sane way…
Around them was a heap; no, more like a mountain of candy papers.
Chocolate, lollipops, licorices, bonbons, cookies and god knows what else was there to find.
Where they'd gotten them from, or when they had started to eat them, the teacher didn’t know. All she knew for sure was, judging on the amount of candy they must have eaten to get such a big mountain of papers, they'd probably be on a sugar rush for the next two or three weeks.
The girls looked at each other for a moment, then at the still ranting Anzu, then back at each other again. One of them held up a can and several pillows, the others starting to get an evilly look and giggle foolish.
With a manic grin, which nearly reached that of Malik or Marik when they had a bad day (or were up to something), they got up to their feet and surrounded the brunet girl. One of them tipped Anzu’s shoulder, smiling sugary sweet at her, before shouting:
“Hey, you! I have something important to tell you, so hear well: FRIENDSHIP SUCKS! And you too!”
And as Anzu jumped up as if she just had been hit on the head with something hard and was about to inhale deeply to hold a speech about the importance of friendship, the girl took her can of super glue out and dumped it over the girls head. Her friends showering her with feathers from some pillows they had gotten from god-know-where, until she looked totally like a dull chicken. Laughing like mad, they went back to their own corner to get lost under all the candy papers and were never ever seen again.
Anzu, still murmuring about friendship and Yami and more friendship, also sat down in her own private corner, ignoring the feathers deliberately.
But most of all teens were standing by the window, whistling or whooping on something she didn’t really want to know. Surprises were always bad in this hell of a school, she had found out by now.
And now she registered that they were way too many! She didn’t have that many students when she started this class, did she? Then why were there so many of them now? Then she saw the note one of her colleagues had left for her on her table while she had still been crying, that said:
Sorry, but I put all of my students in your class, too. I really need a break now, before I kill one of them. Or all of them. Or our boss, for throwing me into this hell. And please, when you get a hold on him, give Ryou Bakura detention for swearing and skipping class. Again. Thanks a lot!
‘God, I hate Mondays! Why, for God's sake, did I choose to be a teacher? I wonder if it is too late to change my job? Maybe I could be a gambler like daddy. Or I can follow mum and be a marriage impostor. I wouldn’t have to work, and I'd never be alone. And after two or three years we break up and I keep his car and house… God, I just hope I never have children, I would kill them if they were like them… ’ the poor woman asked herself.
As she looked up again the three boys on drugs had taken over the ghetto blaster and were now standing together with ‘superman’ on a table and singing some Rock songs.
‘What are they doing there? Sex, drugs and Rock ’n Roll? Just without the sex?’
The teens around the campfire stood up and cheered at the singing boys, after they got a hold of their smokes, too. Now they were thinking they were in a big concert and calling themselves the flower people, and the idiots on the table were the ‘Rolling Stones’, or something similar. They were sitting by the desk with a stupid grin, like the groupies of a superstar, their minds far, far away.
The rappers meanwhile tried to get the ghetto-blaster back from the cheering and constantly growing crowd, but a after a short fight they had to accept that there was no chance in the word to do so. Now they were forced to lay on the floor and listen to a very bad version of the Woodstock-concert, which nearly made their ears bleed and their brains melt out through their noses, and the others were sitting on their backs.
“Let me go!”
“Stop that, please!”
“Have mercy, I'll do everything you want!”
But all pleading, swearing and struggling was useless, they kept on using them as chairs.
“If you don’t move your ass now, I will kick you until you don’t remember your own name!” now one of them had gotten angry, very angry, and managed to throw the guy sitting on him down from his back, and again the two of them started fighting like mad.
“Make love, not war! Stop fighting! Peace, friends!” one of the hippies jelled at the fighting boys, not knowing what hell those sentences were about to bring over them all.
And hell came down almost instantly:
Suddenly by heard that the crazy friendship girl jumped onto a table and screamed at the top of her lungs:
“FRIENDS ARE THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN THE WORD! MAKE FRIENDS, NOT WAR! ALL YOU NEED ARE FRIENDS! FRIENDS ARE ALWAYS WELCOME EVERYWHERE! THEY MAKE YOU FEEL STRONG AND SAVE AND YOU CAN DO EVERYTHING IF YOU HAVE MANY OF THEM! YOU CAN LAUGH AND WHINE AND TALK WITH YOUR FRIENDS! YOU CAN PARTY WITH YOUR FRIENDS! GO OUT INTO THE WORLD, NOW IS THE RIGHT TIME! EVERYONE CAN MAKE NEW FRIENDS IF YOU REALLY TRY! GIVE THE ONE STANDING BESIDE YOU A BIG HUG AND YOU GOT A NEW FRIEND [or broken bones!] IF YOU DON’T…”
“If you don’t shut the fuck up, I'll send your useless ass to the shadow realm, damn bitch! And faster then you can say friendship!”
“You can’t do that to her, Marik!”
“WHAT? Why, Hikari-pretty? You can’t defend her, that is completely impossible! Do you have a fever, or do you feel sick? Headache? Stomachache? Tell me where it hurt! If you don’t feel all right, maybe I should take you to bed. You shouldn’t be here, or it will just getting worse. Don’t worry, it soon will be better, I just make you stay at home a few days, and it will be all over, don’t worry. I don’t let anything happen to you, Hikari-pretty. I’m here, all right, don’t worry…” Nervously he grabbled at the youth in his lap and rocked him back and forth in a shooting manner, until Malik gave him a teasingly slap at the back of his head. “Baka! I feel fine, I’m not ill or something, so stop acting like that! I just mean that the monsters there would just send her back, and ask you if you were nuts to sent them something like that! They wouldn’t even want to eat her! And besides that, they haven’t done anything nasty to you, so why do you want to punish them in such a cruel way?!”
Some giggling followed, and calls of acceptance for wanting to send her away.
‘Yes, please, I don’t care what that shadow thing is, just take her away as far as possible, and never let her come back, please.’ thought the teacher.
But that was not even the worst! The worst was…
TBC!
And that was it for now, the last part will follow soon…
And what have we learnt in this Chapter?
If Marik want to give you a gift…
RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!!!!
Well, what else can I say about that…. I really should stay away from scary movies…
And I‘m very glad that I‘m not the teacher of that hell/class…
[8] Hearts underwear? O_O Bakura?
At first I wanted to give them to Yami, but then I thought that he is maybe a little too serious to wear them, but I found it funny for Bakura. He got them as a funny gift from Ryou, so he didn’t complain… I still don’t know where I got the idea for Yamis boxers, I just wanted something funny, but not too much… ^_^’
[9] The dream of every scholar ^_^
[7] Wonder who made them…(Tip: Blonde and insane…)
In the last chapter there is less comedy and again more ‘romantic‘
Bakura will share one or two of his little fantasies with us, and Yami will take that as a challenge…
How will the poor teacher take that? Will she at last react in any way, or will she remain silence like the whole time and ignore all around her…
And what happen to Anzu, since she is save for the moment?
Read and you will know…